A seal, a mortician and a dead guy celebrate Father's Day-
Who: sealbait and his thecorpsedaddy gotsomebadnoose
When: Father's Day morning, around 8:30 am.
Where: Undertaker's mortuary
Summary: Veser tries to do something nice for his two not!dads on Father's Day before the beach party- all does not go a planned.
Warnings: Undertaker being an affectionate creeper, Veser's lack of a brain to mouth filter, a corpse at the kitchen table?
Two things Veser Hatch hasn't done since in a very, very long time: celebrate Father's Day and bake a cake. He was doing both today and the whole process was going less than satisfactory. He'd started when he was still half asleep and as he stared at the lumpy, misshapen and somehow grey mass that had just come out of the oven Veser knew he'd fucked up somewhere. As if waking up ten years older earlier in the week and having few to no clothes that fit anymore wasn't bad enough.
"Christ, should've just had Francis make the fucking thing." He let out a frustrated growl and lightly gnawed the inside of his cheek. Not even the mounds of frosting he'd made could fix this atrocity. "Shit!"
When: Father's Day morning, around 8:30 am.
Where: Undertaker's mortuary
Summary: Veser tries to do something nice for his two not!dads on Father's Day before the beach party- all does not go a planned.
Warnings: Undertaker being an affectionate creeper, Veser's lack of a brain to mouth filter, a corpse at the kitchen table?
Two things Veser Hatch hasn't done since in a very, very long time: celebrate Father's Day and bake a cake. He was doing both today and the whole process was going less than satisfactory. He'd started when he was still half asleep and as he stared at the lumpy, misshapen and somehow grey mass that had just come out of the oven Veser knew he'd fucked up somewhere. As if waking up ten years older earlier in the week and having few to no clothes that fit anymore wasn't bad enough.
"Christ, should've just had Francis make the fucking thing." He let out a frustrated growl and lightly gnawed the inside of his cheek. Not even the mounds of frosting he'd made could fix this atrocity. "Shit!"